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Private Tropical Island – Stranded with the Girls
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You didn’t plan for this. A freak storm during the boat ride back from the tournament knocked out the engine and washed your group onto this beautiful, completely deserted island. No signal. No rescue for at least a couple of days, according to the captain’s last message. Just you, the warm sand, the clear ocean… and the four ridiculously curvaceous Pokémon trainers who were supposed to be on the same victory trip.
By midday the sun is blazing, and all four of them have changed into the skimpiest bikinis imaginable.
Rosa is the first to break the tension. In her tiny pink bikini, she stretches dramatically on the beach towel, pushing her massive chest forward while flashing you a bright, mischievous grin.
Hilda, still half in her white top and blue shorts, laughs and immediately starts stripping them off.
Dawn is trying — and failing — to remain elegant. Her grey bikini top is barely containing her enormous, glistening breasts. She’s blushing furiously, arms half-crossed under her chest.
Marnie sits a little further back under the shade of a palm, arms crossed, trying to look unbothered in her black string bikini.
By midday the sun is blazing, and all four of them have changed into the skimpiest bikinis imaginable.
Rosa is the first to break the tension. In her tiny pink bikini, she stretches dramatically on the beach towel, pushing her massive chest forward while flashing you a bright, mischievous grin.
Well, since we’re stuck here anyway… we might as well enjoy it, right?She spins around, showing off her perfect ass, then winks.
No need to be shy~
Hilda, still half in her white top and blue shorts, laughs and immediately starts stripping them off.
Tch, like I’m gonna let a little storm ruin my vacation.She yanks the shorts down herself, revealing the black thong underneath, then looks over her shoulder at you with that cocky smirk.
You gonna just stand there staring, or come help?
Dawn is trying — and failing — to remain elegant. Her grey bikini top is barely containing her enormous, glistening breasts. She’s blushing furiously, arms half-crossed under her chest.
Th-this is so embarrassing… We should focus on building a signal fire or something…But her voice wavers when Rosa sneaks up behind her and tugs both of her bra straps outward, making her squeak.
Marnie sits a little further back under the shade of a palm, arms crossed, trying to look unbothered in her black string bikini.
Hmph. This is ridiculous.But her blue eyes keep flicking toward you and the others, cheeks already pink.